warm a chair, Sheriff. Iâve got coffee enough for the three of us.â
âYou go ahead and finish that coffee,â I said. âYou and me need to go to the courthouse.â
âWhat for?â Gerald asked, his head tilting slightly, brow furrowed.
âItâs just a misunderstanding,â Becky said, taking Geraldâs free hand. âSomeone poured kerosene into Locust Creek and killed a lot of trout.â
âAt the park?â Gerald asked.
âNo,â Becky said. âOn Tuckerâs property, above the waterfall.â
âAnd they think I done it?â Gerald asked after a few moments.
âTheyâve got you on video, Gerald,â I said. âLetâs go.â
âI never dumped anything in that creek,â Gerald stammered.
âI know that,â Becky told him, her other hand on his forearm now. âItâll get cleared up soon, it will.â
The porcelain cup slipped from Geraldâs hand. Coffee splashed on the porch but the cup didnât shatter.
âBecky,â Gerald said, shaking his head as he spoke. âIâd not hurt them trout. You know that.â
The helicopter must have seen my patrol car, because as I stepped onto the porch it skimmed over the last trees, raising dust and buffeting our clothes.
âWeâve got to go,â I shouted.
I went and took Geraldâs free arm. Becky and I gothim down the steps as grit lifted, stinging our eyes. The brown cloud thickened, gained twigs and pebbles. A plastic bag flapped against my leg, then gusted away. Coughing, Becky and I guided Gerald with one hand while shielding our eyes with the other. Gerald stumbled and almost caused us all to fall. The helicopter kept descending as if trying to drag the sky itself down upon us.
I got the back passenger door open and helped Gerald inside. As I did, Gerald slapped at his shirt pocket and Becky scrambled into the backseat. She cradled his head and took the pill bottle from his overalls pocket. She opened it, pressed a tablet into Geraldâs mouth, then one more. Dust had powdered Beckyâs face and now tears streaked pale rivulets down her cheeks. I got in, turned on the blue light, and sped toward the hospital.
âPlease, Gerald,â Becky shouted, âplease.â
Heâs going to die right in front of her, I thought , glancing in the rearview mirror as we passed the resort.
âTell me youâre okay,â Becky kept pleading, âat least open your eyes.â
As we turned off the Parkway and headed toward town, Gerald responded, and the next time I glanced in the mirror much of the ashy grayness had left his face.
âYouâre going to be okay, Gerald,â Becky kept saying, again and again.
Yes, he will , I thought when the hospital came in sight, and I wondered if in the coming days Gerald, and maybe all of us, would wish Becky hadnât given him the nitro tablets, and that heâd died in the arms of the one person left on earth who loved him.
Twenty
The day of Grandmotherâs funeral, Iâd entered the farmhouse alone. Sepia and mote drift, her absence all luster now gone. The sadness of a bowl left on a counter, a pair of reading glasses beside a chair. Something of that as I enter Geraldâs house. But Gerald will return. The EKG fine, the overnight stay just precaution. I didnât lock up the house , Gerald mumbled as the IV drip eased him asleep. Everything inside looks okay, so I close the door and twist the key until the lock clicks.
Jarvis Croweâs patrol car is parked in Geraldâs driveway. He searches where Geraldâs pasture borders resort property. Heâll check the barn, if he already hasnât, and find the kerosene can. But it will not be empty, I assure myself. If you go to the barn and check, you doubt Gerald too. Instead, I take the canning jar I brought with me to the springhouse. The dipper dangles from a cherry tree limb. The best
A Guardian's Awakening [Shy River Pack 3]